"Hello?" I called out fear seeping into my voice. "Is anyone here?" Nobody answered back to my call and the mirrored walls just reflected my worried look. "Medusa? Crona? Ragnarock?" I sighed knowing they were not there and they never would be. It was all just a dream that I could never wake up from. This dream..no this nightmare had lasted since I was very young, and I can barely remember the look of cronas face before I blacked out and awoke into this place. His look It was that of insanity and fear, but I knew it was not his fault. Medusa had wanted us to fight against each other so I let him win. Thinking I wouldn't end up like the "little one" before me and im happy that I wasn't killed. Though I wish I could see his face again....just to remember my brother's face.
